Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Names. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.